A Song from „The Player Queen“
He bids his Beloved be at Peace
He gives his Beloved certain Rhymes
He mourns for the Change that has come upon Him and his Beloved, and longs for the End of the World
He tells af a Valley full of Lovers
He tells of the Perfect Beauty
He thinks of his Past Greatness when a Part of the Constellations of Heaven
He thinks of Those who have spoken Evil of his Beloved
He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
He wishes his Beloved were Dead
I see Phantoms of Hatred and of the Heart's Fullness and of the Coming Emptiness
On a Picture of a Black Centaur by Edmund Dulac
On Those that hated „The Playboy of the Western World,“ 1907
Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain
Red Hanrahan's Song about Ireland
The Cloak, The Boat and The Shoes
The Coming of Wisdom with Time
The Countess Cathleen in Paradise
The Dedication to a Book of Stories selected from the Irish Novelists
The Fascination of What's Difficult
The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner
The Lover asks Forgiveness because of his Many Moods
The Lover mourns for the Loss of Love
The Lover pleads with his Friend for Old Friends
The Lover speaks to the Hearers of his Songs in Coming Days
The Lover tells of the Rose in his Heart
The Man who dreamed of Faeryland
The Meditation of the Old Fisherman
The Old Men admiring Themselves in the Water
The Players ask for a Blessing on the Psalteries and on Themselves
The Poet pleads with the Elemental Powers
The Song of the Happy Shepherd
To a Child dancing in the Wind
To a Friend whose Work has come to Nothing
To a Poet, who would have me Praise certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine
To his Heart, bidding it have no Fear
To Ireland in the Coming Times
To Some I have Talked with by the Fire
To the Rose upon the Rood of Time
Upon a House shaken by the Land Agitation
While I, that reed-throated whisperer